I`ve been tossing the idea around of posting Lillienne`s birth story for a few months, and here it is. I started this website before I was even pregnant back in 2008, and this blog was unofficially created to chronicle pregnancy, birth, and life with Lillienne, so the birth story should probably be in here somewhere.
My original due date was February 9th, but for all you preggo ladies out there, YE BE WARNED- due dates don`t meant shit. Seriously. It`s just a random day that your baby WONT be born on. Unless by a freak chance it happens. BUT IT WONT. So dont get all hyped up about it.
The morning I went in to be induced. 41+ weeks pregnant.
Anyhow, I was to be induced about a week and a half after my due date, so the morning of the 18th I went in to the hospital with Dustin and My Mother at 9am to be induced. This ROCKED because I waited 3 hours before even being induced in a flimsy gown, sharing the room with another woman being induced who couldnt stop eating everything in sight, opening chip bags and munching and being VERY LOUD in general with her husband. Meanwhile, I was shitting emotional bricks. Finally I was induced with Cervadil at 1pm. I began having contractions right away, but nothing strong. They sent me home at 7pm, after sitting there for 10 hours. Yes. They induce you, and send you home. `Come back when you`re uncomfortable, when the contractions are 2-3 minutes apart.` So, we went home. Try to go about things as `normal` as possible. I was having lots of contractions, but nothing too bad. When it got uncomfortable, they were still about 5 minutes apart, and I went to go have a bath. I stayed in the tub from about 10-1.30 in the morning, telling My Mother and Dustin to go have a nap, I`ll wake them up when I`m ready to go.
Suddenly, I was ready to go. The contractions were strong, painful, and I couldn’t`t walk or talk when I was having them. This is when you know you`re in REAL labour. All of those cute braxton hicks contractions, all the false back labour, everything, that is just a mild dose of a real contraction. When you have REAL labour contractions, you wont be all `Hey! I`m having a contraction, and it feels so weird, it kind of hurts`. NO. NOT TRUE.
I woke up Dustin and My Mother just before two, grabbed my biggest, orange tupperware bowl and a cold cloth for my forehead. I felt hot, nauseous, dizzy, PAIN, etc. I never did puke into the bowl, but I did try. The elevator ride from our apartment to the truck felt like an hour and a half.
Driving to the hospital, the only thought that kept running through my mind was, Ì better be at least 5cm dilated for an epidural.` That`s all I remember. That, and holding my orange bowl.
HA HA! Turns out I was only 2cm dilated at the hospital. I couldnt believe it. The contractions were UNBEARABLE. UNBELIEVABLE. GIVE ME DRUGS, NOW, AND THEN MORE DRUGS.
I got a morphine shot somewhere in between 2-5.30am. I remember squeezing Dustin`s hands, PAIN, and not much else. I wanted the epidural more than anything in the world. Needles were my friend. Please give me needles and medicine.
At 5.30am they checked me and I was 5cm dilated. Epidural time! They wheeled me from my little room to an actual birthing room, where the baby would be born. Not…
6.30 am. Got the epidural. Feeling better. Somewhere in between 6.30 and 10am I went to 7cm, and they broke my water with BIG PLASTIC CROCHET NEEDLE. The baby was still far up. Tried different techniques to bring her down. Stayed in doggystyle position for about an hour and a half. Woof. I had started shaking uncontrollably at this point.
By 3pm, I was 10cm. Ready to push! but couldn’t, because the baby was WAY to far up. We waited to see if she would drop, but the only thing that dropped again and again was baby’s heart rate. Baby was getting PISSED. It was decided if she didnt drop soon, we`d be having a c-section. Still shaking at this point. Getting scared, feeling sick again, and ready to be done with it all. C Sectionize Me.
by 4.30pm my Dr decided on a c-section and I was wheeled to the OR. I had to sign my name in a blur, I was stripped naked, chucked on a table with more lights and things hooked up to me than I was prepared for, and sliced open just above my pubic line. A slice about 3 and a half inches long. Mmmm.
One of the best parts was Dustin holding my hand and crying, saying `Here we go, this is it, we get to meet our baby now..` Another great part was not feeling the pain as they sliced through layers of me, BUT feeling them TUG the baby out of me, and my Dr shouting `It`s a girl!`
It was a girl. A perfect, healthy, no longer pissed off little baby girl. The best part was seeing her for the first time, a perfect blend of Dustin and I, and becoming Her Mother.